Her breath grew icy as a cloudy mist as it touched the fresh morning air.

Pup season was still as far as the mountains were, as distant and cold. A battle with another pack now would yield grievous losses; building up the Strength of a wolf pack was not simply a manner of tossing more pebbles into the cave.

Trotting out of the den was hard, the little warmth there was fading from her quivering, dark-skinned limbs. Like lightening fading from view.

Ribcages drew great lines in the sides of the wolves, being the Alpha's daughter was the only reason why Snow was spared this fate.

The snow glinted like sapphires in the morning sun, each snowflake a precious metal. So beautiful, and yet such a harsh mistress.

Tongues grazed every part of her flank and face as she was crowded like a reindeer by young wolves, all eager to congratulate her on her new position.

Honour kept her standing still as the others blew away like a blizzard in her mind;

All was forgotten when her father let loose the howl of war.